"Milestone: Mutant Killer, you have killed 4 mutant creatures so far, you need to kill 6 more to earn this title."

"Milestone: Brutal, you have killed 45 normal people so far, and you need to kill 55 more to earn this title."

A pale blue key flickered on the ground.

"He's the devil!"

I don't know who in the crowd said, in just a few minutes, more than a dozen of the twenty-odd companions have turned into corpses on the ground, especially one of the mutated creatures they feared. In the eyes of this perennial lawless bandit, only non-humans can do it.

Terminator.

Fleeing will be inevitable.

"Get back to Lao Tzu!"

Zhao Qian stood in place, looking at this group of cowards, although some of them were women with good figures, but they didn't make him feel good. They all had a lot of lives on their hands.

The crossbow appeared in his hand after he lit a cigarette.

The two corpses that fell to the ground after being hit by arrows also made the bandits who had scattered and fled quickly stay where they were. Dead people are more deterrent than anything else.

Randomly picked up a gun on the ground, threw two shuttles, and hit another one. The threat of death finally made a few robbers who were afraid of death slowly come back.

Six.

Zhao Qian nodded after counting the few people who came back. Except for a few guys who ran away in the first place, in addition to those who were killed, that's all there is to count.

"Let your heads speak."

The yellow boy said, his face was flat, but everyone present saw his terrible.

This group of robbers who usually kill people like hemp, now you look at me, I look at you.

In the end, it was a black man who pretended to be bold and spoke out.

"Boss Rogers has just been killed by your crossbow arrows."

The strong man said timidly, completely lacking the unique appearance of the people's fierce manners. He behaved like a soft egg that he often used in his words, for fear that his words would anger the evil star, and he would also give himself a blow to his neck.

"It's not a big deal."

Zhao Qian looked at this group of people, and his gaze made them subconsciously lower their heads, afraid that death would find them.

"Take me to your gathering place."

His words silenced all the desert bandits.

"Your Excellency, do you want to?"

After a long time, another middle-aged bandit asked, he behaved better than this group of people, at least he could hear that the strong man in front of him should think that they were still valuable.

"I'm going to change something."

Spit out the smoke ring, Zhao Qian said unabashedly, his words made everyone feel like they were living after the catastrophe.

People in the Texas desert know that there is such a place, but they don't know where it is.

In fact, they didn't know that Zhao Qian actually knew from Old Yiwen's diary that there was such a place as a gathering place for sand bandits, but it was only a simple and rough description. Inside is the Gobi Desert bandits from all over the world, who exchange some of the stolen goods they don't need in the desert bandit gathering place.

It's a place that comes naturally, especially in the absence of police.

It was a natural trend for the old bandits to begin to settle in that area, and for the younger bandits to begin to grow in larger groups. When all this is in place, it is natural that there will be rules. Just like in Pirates of the Caribbean.

And the reason why Zhao Qian left these robbers alive was because they had almost no supplies with them, in other words, their gathering place was nearby.

Sand bandits will not be resupplied in ordinary gathering places, and ordinary gathering places will not accept them, this is a rule that many people know. Because there are too many enemies in their line of work, they don't dare to sleep in a strange camp.

The desert wind, which gradually cooled in the evening, blew through, and Zhao Qian's party hit the road.

Zhao Qian sat in the passenger seat, and he handed the car to the middle-aged man who had just asked him a question, and on both sides of the car were motorcycles or horses that did not dare to ride too fast.

He sat there, as if before he knew it, he had the appearance of a boss.

Silence all the way.

There were no signs on the road, so he didn't know how the men knew how to walk through the yellow sand.

The car had been driving for almost two hours, and he looked at the crowd parked near a cactus and knew that he had finally reached his first destination in a sense.

According to his plan, he got rid of his trackable car in this place, and exchanged it for some supplies and a useful map. Wait until the main quest 2 comes out tonight and see what the plan is.

John Connor, he would certainly be looking for, and as the protagonist of this world, in the words of some talkers, there are endless opportunities around him. What's more, this world has not been affected by the Traveler, so how can he make a big profit and prepare for the next battle royale world.

"Old parrot!"

The middle-aged man in the main driver's seat next to Zhao Qian shouted, and soon a response came from the other end of the sand pile somewhere. An old woman's voice.

"Green, you guys ended a little early today."

She said in surprise, because this group of guys can also be said to be basically children who grew up in this place, although some of them don't know their parents well, but she has long been familiar with them. That's why they dared to open and eat near desert bandits.

"Why, it's such a small person?"

"Don't ask."

Everyone's faces became a little unnatural, and the other party didn't speak. But it can't be helped, in some ways it's more like the unspoken rules of desert bandits. Hatred of life and death is the most difficult thing to conclude, and besides, they are still bandits who hang their heads on the cross.

The old woman's words turned the joy of returning in the hearts of these guys at the scene into silence.

Who can be happy? The partner who was talking and laughing just now turned into a corpse stripped naked by them on the highway.

Zhao Qian just looked at the sound source in silence and did not speak. His performance made everyone who had just experienced the situation dare not say anything.

"There's a new person here, can you come in?"

"Of course."

The old parrot, who had been silent for a long time, said that women are always a little sentimental, and old women are even more so.

"The gathering place welcomes any guest who enters here, as long as he has enough resources on him."

A pile of sand shook not far away, and a rectangular alloy entrance slowly opened. It's very sci-fi.

Zhao Qian looked at it. This is the desert bandit gathering place that most people say does not exist, because it is simply in the sand.

In the distance, several T-50 Terminators, known to humans as Aerial Demons, flew by.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! ”

A few urgings.

The vehicle of Zhao Qian and his group drove in quickly, and the entrance made of metallic alloy was immediately closed.